O Lord of the Night, by Thy power and might the terrestrial realm hath been filled. Thou spreadest the night on high unto the seats of heaven: darkness that strikes with awe comes near.

2 Each moving thing finds rest in the night, whose yonder boundary is not this nor that which keeps her separate. O spacious night, may we uninjured reach the end of thee, reach, O blessed one, thine end.

3 Thy ninety-nine examiners, O night, who look upon mankind, eighty-and-eight in number, or seven-and-seventy are they,

4 Sixty-and-six, fifty-and-five, forty-and-four and thirty-three are they,

5 Twenty-and-two hast thou, eleven, yea, and fewer still. With these protectors guard us well, O God, to-day.

6 Let not a fiend or spiteful man, let no ill-wisher master us. Let not the robber seize our cows, nor the wolf take our sheep to-day.

7 Let not the thief seize our horses, nor evil spirits our men. Let thief and robber run away on pathways most remote from us.

8 Far from us let the fanged serpent be, far from us let the wicked flee. Do Thou make blind and headless the serpent with his pungent breath.

9 Crush the wolf's jaws in pieces, overthrow the robber. In Thee, O God, do we abide: we here will sleep. Be Thou watchful.

10 Give protection to our kine, and to our horses, and our men.